We agreed that Arvel should go home first anyway. Celeste would probably be there and was expecting to meet her brother. Of course, I hadn't considered this until the next day. If I'd remembered it in the evening, I might have let Arvel go. Was I really sorry?
I got ready and texted Arvel. “I'm ready. I'm leaving now; I'm nervous,” I said in the message as I started the car. I was afraid of meeting Celeste; that was the truth. Not only that, but I had no idea what the meeting was going to be about.
“She's not here,” Arvel sent. Great, so I didn't have to feel bad about Arvel sleeping at my house. “I'm on my way there. See you later,” he said. I didn't reply; I didn't need to.
I drove down the road and located the café. In the distance, I could already see Celeste's figure. She was alone
